Leighton Black, with her trunk in tow, approached the platform, not in the best of moods. She looked gorgeous but felt like crap after having spent the whole night before in the woods in wolf form. Her long dark hair fell to her waist, her skin was brown and her eyes were dark. With pouting lips, she sat her trunk down, waiting for the dragons. Several of the others were already there, waiting too, but she didn't feel like joining them. She just wanted to go to school and get it over with so she could get on with her life. If only she actually liked her life.